Dawson and Joey are watching I Know What You Did Last Summer. Joey turns away.*

Dawson: You are such a wuss. Joey: You rot. That's it, its over. Dawson: No you don't. *Joey and Dawson fight over the remote. Joey gets it.* Joey: That movie sucks. Dawson: Don't you dare, that movie rules. Joey: Yeah right. Next? I mean, I don't like watching these stupid horror movies that are loaded with cheese whiz, okay? Dawson: Forgive me Roger Ebert. But I figured in honor of Friday the 13th tomorrow, a little horror marathon was mandatory. Joey: Its tired Dawson, just like these movies. I mean, you have this fascination with the dark side. You enjoy scaring people, in particular, me. Dawson: I love the adrenaline rush. Besides, horror films provide positive examples of ordinary people overcoming their worst fears and conquering evil. Joey: Save it for film class, Dawson. I mean these movies are unnecessarily violent and exploitive, and completely pointless to society. Dawson: Prude. *Joey turns on the TV. The news is on.* Joey: There's enough fear, death and evil in this world without having to recreate it on film. I don't need to watch some stupid man in a mask slice up girls. The world is already a scary place. News Reporter: *on tv*And now tonight's lead story. Authorities fear that the lady killer has struck again. The body of 18 year old, Amanda Ferris, was found in Boston this morning. Believed to be now the 5th victim of the serial killer that's been-- Joey: See, see what I mean. Case and point. Why do we need these horror movies to remind us on how sick and demented the world really is. Huh? Dawson: You talk big Joey. And you aren't going to sell out. But its been deflecting the real issue. Joey: Which is? Dawson: You are a grade A, 100%, scaredy-cat wuss. Joey: Sure. *Joey turns on Jerry Maguire* Joey: Better. *she watches until she looks over and finds Dawson gone* Okay, Dawson, where are you? Where'd you go? Dawson? You're not scaring me here, you're not. Dawson? Dawson, you're so predictable, I swear. You just like your *Joey looks over the bed, and Dawson pops out with a mask on leaving Joey with a frightened look on her face.* Dawson: You know Joey, I think you're the one that's predictable. Joey: Dawson. C'mon. Theme to Dawson's Creek Pacey: Alright, you can tell me Dawson. What's your plan? Dawson: What are you talking about? Pacey: Its Friday the 13th. It's your favorite night of the year. And your parents are out of town. So what movie are you going as, huh? Michael Myers or Norman Bates' mom? Dawson: Its not going to happen tonight. No more life imitating movies for me. Pacey: Wait a minute, what did I just hear? Dawson: I swear it. I'm done trying to turn my life into some exciting movies. You know what, I just end up getting disappointed. Like when I started seeing Jen, I thought, 'Okay, you know what, from now on, everything is going to be some big epic romance. Tortured and passionate and romantic, have some big happy ending. It wasn't that at all. The characters were flawed and uninspired, the love was amateurish at the least. And the ending was definitely not happy. It wasn't even tragic, it just ended. Pacey: What are you trying to say, Dawson? I mean its Friday the 13th and we have a serial killer within striking distance of Capeside, you're just going to treat this like any other night? Dawson: Yep. Pacey: Come on, no midnight seance, no corpses falling out of the cupboard? Dawson: Nope. Pacey: Bummer man. *Pacey opens his locker, and a corpse falls out* Dawson: Sucker. *CUT TO Jen in class and Cliff walks in.* Cliff: Hey Jen. Jen: Hi. What are you doing here? This isn't your class. Cliff: Yeah, do you want to go out tonight? Jen: That's abrupt. Cliff: I'm kinda under the bell here. Jen: Cliff, I don't know. I'm kinda down on the whole dating thing after what happened last time. Cliff: I guess the guy you dated wasn't any fun. Jen: What are you talking about? Dawson's fun. He is, he's probably the, the most original and imaginative date on the planet. *Joey enters* Cliff: If that's how you feel, why aren't you going out with him now? Jen: Long story, Cliff. Cliff: Well, what about tonight? Jen: What? Yeah, why not? I guess my social life has been a little deflated lately, so what time? Cliff: I'll pick you up at-- *Joey takes out a notebook and finds a rubber snake* Joey: Oh my god! *She throws it on the ground. Jen picks it up.* Jen: Yeah, let me guess. Dawson, huh? Joey: Dead Dawson. Jen: But you got to admit though, the guy does have a sense of humor. Cliff: I have humor. Jen: I know, I know you do. Cliff: I'm going to be late. I'll see you later? Jen: Yeah. *CUT TO: Pacey, Jen, and Joey at lunch.* Pacey: My brother is in the know because he's a cop. He says the victims are all young girls around your age, Joey. Listen, this killer apparently stalks his victims with letters and phone calls before he takes a knife to their throat and cuts out their heart. Joey: No way. Pacey: I'm not joking. The killer collects hearts. Okay? They don't talk about that on the news because its a little morbid. But its true. Jen: Its sad. I mean the guy is only looking for love. Joey: Yeah, I'm sure that'll be his defense when they find him. Pacey: If they find him, Joey. You know, Dougie says this guy attacks in hundred mile increments, so that makes Capeside the next likely target. *Pacey sees Dawson coming* You never know where he could be. He could be behind you right now. *Dawson pokes Joey on her sides which scares her.* Joey: Dawson, stop it. Pacey: You love it and you know it. Dawson: Okay. Seance tonight at my house. This one is going to blow your mind. Pacey: What about no more life imitating movies? Dawson: Old habits die hard. And old friends die even harder. Joey: So what do you got planned? Dawson: Don't worry, I think your heart can handle it. Hey. So is everybody in? *Dawson slips a fake finger in Pacey's fries when no one is looking* Jen: Um, actually, I kinda made plans with Cliff tonight. I can't come. Dawson: Oh really? Jen: Does that bother you? Dawson: Should it? Jen: I don't know. Dawson: No, it doesn't bother me. Does it bother you that is doesn't bother me? Jen: Should it? Dawson: I don't know. Jen: No, it doesn't bother me. Joey: Well, glad nobody is bothered. *Pacey picks up the fake finger and bites it.* Pacey: Oh God! Joey: Thanks Dawson, thanks for giving me a break. Pacey: Okay, that was sly. Jen: What, I don't get a scare? Dawson: What do you mean? Jen: I mean, you scared Joey and Pacey. We're friends, right? Dawson: Yeah. I just figured that you weren't into scary stuff. Jen: I'm not really. It just that... Dawson: What? Jen: Nothing. Have fun tonight. *She leaves.* Dawson: We will. Pacey: See you later. *Pacey drops the finger in Joey's food. Joey picks up the finger and is about to bite it, but notices before she does.* Joey: Pacey! You're such a jerk. That's so gross. *CUT TO Film class.* Mr. Gold: Jon Carpenter's use of light and dark was very reminiscent of early.. Dawson: Hitchcock? Mr. Gold: Hitchcock. In Halloween he would always film the frame so that you were always on guard. He would frame the act so that there will always something in something in the frame with him. Sometimes it was only a tree branch but then again, that was the mastery. *bell* That concludes our special Friday the 13th discussion. We return to David Lean on Monday. Till then. Cliff: Dawson. Hey, wait up. Dawson: What's up? Cliff: A little quick question. I hate to do this, but I need a favor. Dawson: What? Cliff: Actually, I need some advice. I'm taking Jen out tonight and I kinda feel like this is my last shot and I really wanna go for it. Where do you think I should take her? Dawson: I'm gonna stay out of this. Cliff: No, no. C'mon, help me out. I want the evening to be incredible. Now, you know Jen. What does she like? I want it to be imaginative and original, and according to her, you're the expert in all the junk. Dawson: She said that? What exactly did she say? Cliff: C'mon dude. I need your help. Where should I take her? What does she want? Dawson: What does anybody want? Cliff, I mean, she wants to have a good time, she wants to have fun. Cliff: Fun. That's too broad. I know my definition of fun, but I'm not so sure of Jen's. Dawson: Let me think. Cliff: Think. We like think, think is good. It's good. *CUT TO Jen at her locker. She takes out a note that has "You are going to die tonight" written on it. Cliff comes up.* Cliff: Hey. Jen: What? You scared me. Look at this. Cliff: Where'd you get that? Jen: I don't know, I think... you know what, I bet that Dawson put this in my locker. Cliff: How do you know it was Dawson? Jen: C'mon. This reeks of Dawson. Cliff: Don't worry, I'll protect you. Alright, I'll see you later. Jen: Where are we going tonight? Cliff: No, its a surprise. But I promise, it'll be incredibly original and unpredictable. *CUT TO Jen in her house. The phone rings.* Jen: Hello? Caller: Hello. Jen: Who is this? Caller: You tell me your name and I'll tell you mine. Jen: Okay, Dawson. Dawson, I got your note, I feel very part of, thank you very much. Now you can stop. Caller: Who's Dawson? Jen: Alright, okay. I saw this movie. Caller: So, tell me your name. Jen: Drew Barrymore. Look, you want to play this game, lets cut right to the chase. What's your favorite scary movie? Caller: "Friday the 13th." What's yours? Jen: "Ten Commandments." Don't ask. So, are you the famed lady killer? Are you waiting outside on a cellular to cut my heart out? Caller: Maybe. Jen: Yeah, free advice, find a better heart. Mine's a little dented. Caller: Did somebody hurt you? Jen: No. Its completely self inflicted. Caller: I'm sorry. Jen: Me too. Caller: Maybe I could help. Jen: Alright, you know what Dawson, this is as far as we need to go on this one, alright? Caller: Once again, who's Dawson? *Jen looks out the window* Jen: Alright, where are you? Outside? Caller: That would be too predictable. I'm far closer than that. Jen: That's enough. Alright. *Jen gets a knife* Caller: Why don't you search the house? Jen: Dawson, you didn't, you didn't sneak into the house did you? 'Cause you are lucky that my Grams isn't here. Caller: This guy Dawson sounds like a real loser. Jen: Yeah, well he's not. Just a little out there but in a good way. Caller: How's your grandfather? Jen: You know, Dawson, Dawson, hiding in my Gramps bedroom is really, really low. *Jen notices the window open.* Jen: Okay, alright, you got me now, okay, Dawson. I'm officially scared, you can come out. *She closes the window and then checks the closet.* Where are you? Caller: Whatever you do Jennifer, don't look under the bed. Jen: Gramps. *She goes over and looks under his bed. His hand falls on her head and she screams* Okay, alright, you now what Dawson, this is no longer funny, okay? Caller: Stop calling me Dawson. Jen: Who are you? Caller: Guess. *Someone knocks at the door then tries to open it.* Jen: Who's there? I said who's there? *She goes to shut the back door and is frightened when Grams puts her hand on her shoulder.* Grams: Jennifer, its only me. Couldn't find my front door key. Who's on the phone dear? Jen: Who is this? Caller: Soon, Jennifer, soon. *CUT TO Dawson's house. Dawson is putting a doll on a noose up on the porch but Joey walks in and he throws it away.* Joey: Too late, already saw it. Dawson: Saw what? Joey: One of your shady pranks you have in store for us tonight. Dawson: I don't know what you're talking about. If you're referring to my childhood fascination of fear, you'll be happy to know that I matured in the last year. Joey: Right. So what's behind the couch? Huh? Dawson: Nothing. Joey: C'mon let me see. Dawson: It's nothing. Joey: Don't push me. And don't think for one second that you fooled me with your innocent puppy-dog who-me I'm Richie Cunningham act. I know its a con, Dawson, I'm on to you. Dawson: Then you have nothing to fear. *A jeep arrives.* Dawson: Here's Pacey. C'mon, let's go. Joey: Where? Dawson: Store. We have to cater the evening. Joey: Oh. I don't like riding with him, he's a menace on the road. Pacey: Nah, you ain't hallucinating. Pacey's got the Jeep. Can I hear ya say yea-aaaah, can I hear ya say oh yea-aaah. Joey: I'm so against this. Pacey: Seriously, I'm a good driver, you have nothing to worry about. Just get in the bus, coz. *Pacey starts driving. In town, he's driving fast. When he stops, he makes the group go forward and then back* Dawson: Congratulations, you are the world's worst driver. Pacey: I'm not hearing that, Dawson. Can you watch the car, Jo? Joey: Why? Pacey: Well, I can't really turn it off. I mean I can but its a hazard 'cause I don't have the keys. Joey: Oh yeah, I forget, you steal. Pacey: Hey, you borrow from family. You never steal. *Pacey gets out and goes into the store* *CUT TO Pacey and Dawson in the store watching a domestic fight.* Ursela: Who do you think you are? Eddie: Shut up, shut up! Ursela: You do not own me. Eddie: Don't touch me. Ursela: You're crazy, you know that, you're crazy! Eddie: Just get out of my face, wench! Ursela: Get out of your face, wench?! Pacey: Should we do something? Dawson: Domestic squabble, back off. Ursela: Let go of me! Stop it, let go of me! *The guy walks out* Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Where do you think you're going? Eddie: None of your damn business. I'm gone. Ursela: You're a puke you know that. You two cent low life, I hate you. *Notices Pacey and Dawson.* Hi boys. Having a party? Pacey: Yeah, we are. Ursela: Is it a milk and cookies kind of a party? Pacey: It doesn't have to be.